Of all the fat acceptance news groups Bigger Fatter Blog not only has the best content but with out a doubt we have the best commentators. I can’t really say who the best of the best is because I can’t decide but for me personally Belly Boy’s adroit commentary and punchy delivery get to the meat of the issue every time. This latest missive by our own Belly Boy is so good and so important that I decided to feature it as a full article.

With the erudition of a Harvard trained Constitutional lawyer Belly Boy effectively draw discusses how the plight of fatlings on airplanes is closely related to gun rights and smoker’s rights. Belly Boy has bumper stickers on his power thrown that say, “National Rifle Association” “I smoke and I vote”, I EAT and I EAT and I Vote and I’m FAT and I EAT and I Vote”.

Belly Boy on Airlines, Smokers Rights and Gun Rights

I think that extra seats need to be provided to the bigger passengers for free.

Tough shit stick boy; don’t blame us gluttons, blame the airlines!

Even if the plane is full, then they should boot a thin passenger from the flight and give his seat to the fat man who deserves it more, since he has had to go through lots of discrimination and hardship and adversity that thin people don’t even understand.

Also us fat people tend to earn less than wealthy thin people, so we need the extra money more – we can’t afford double seats because we have higher medical bills, and face discrimination in the job market and in the workplace. People think fat folks are lazy and it just isn’t true. If you want something done ask a fat man, he has loads of energy stored up and can outwork any thin person, who just endlessly talks about how thin he is and how everything has carbs.

If it weren’t for fat discrimination, I would be running a Fortune 500 company by now. I have applied for several CEO openings, and I never once got an interview even, and it is solely because of fat discrimination. I put my photograph on my resume because my mom says I’m very handsome, but all they see is the fat.

In short, I think that second and third seats need to be provided to passengers gratis, if they need them. It’s not my fault I’m this size, it’s SOCIETY’S FAULT. If obesity is a problem then it is a national problem, like war or tornadoes, and therefore it is the GOVERNMENT’S RESPONSIBILITY to solve this problem. For private companies to take it out on individual citizens is beyond the pale, it is ridiculous and absurd, and makes a mockery of everything we have worked for generations to build. Therefore, the government must kick in and purchase a second or third seat for any passenger who needs one, this way neither the passenger nor the airline lose out.

This was Belly Boy’s Salvo and He is Just Getting Warmed Up!

Fat Bastard is right when he says that technology needs to catch up to the American glutton.

We are still flying the same 747s that were made about a half century ago in the 1960s! It still takes 6 hours to go from NYC to LA, except it actually takes longer now because we have more security BS to go through before we can board the plane. Also, the stewardesses were much hotter back in the day, and the airlines provided excellent chow to all of the passengers.

Japan Airlines still has hot stewardesses but Japan is a VERY fat friendly country

We need the airlines to step up to the plate and instead of cramming more and more seats on each plane to maximize their profits in the short term, they need to think long term and instead realize that their seats no longer reflect the average American’s size. They probably have been making smaller and smaller seats over the years to fit more in, but in reality they need to institute bench seating like the backseats of cars, and the front seats of good cars.

The sky pig, coming to an airport near you.

Belly Boy, they are accommodating us gluttons with a new design. This plane has been nicknamed the sky pig. I heard it rev up its hungry turbo props and it makes a distinct oinking sound.

There’s no denying it. The Aeorscraft ML866 is one morbidly obese airplane. It’s time we had an intervention with the poor thing to help it deal with its problem. Obesity is a here people! The ML866 is scheduled to make its first official launch next month at the NBAA convention.

The fatty plane is actually pretty technologically advanced when it comes to the physics of aviation, utilizing dynamic lift with a very evident and robust buoyancy. It’s only a matter of time before the plane has a propeller attack, or a hemorrhage of the fuselage.

Bench seating would be a great short term solution and we all know how much fatlings love sitting on benches.

We gluttons are suffering a death by a thousand cuts, just like the smokers. In the 60s and 70s you could just smoke wherever you wanted to, even on airplanes and in restaurants, and if it bothered someone that was their tough luck. Then they banned smoking on all airplanes and put smoking sections in the restaurants, and the smokers said “okay.”

Haggard glutton forced to eat and smoke at home.

Then they took away the smoking sections in restaurants, and said “no you have to smoke outside” and the smokers said “okay.” And then they said “no you have to go outside and walk 20 feet” and they said “okay.” Now they’re banning smoking in all public places. Now ONE pack of cigarettes costs like $12 in New York City, because they just keep adding a dollar of tax whenever they feel like it and the smokers never stand up for themselves.

Belly Boy Continues…

Sexy Southern Sow with Shotgun!

Compare this to the gun people. When politicians suggest banning military-grade machine guns for personal defense, with bullet-proof vest penetrating bullets in them, night-vision scopes, and a heat-seeking rocket launcher that can take out helicopters or air planes, the gun people go “No way you can’t ban that! It’s our right!” They don’t really care about those ridiculous things, they care about regular rifles, shotguns, and handguns – however, they understand that if they give in an inch, then it will get the ball rolling against them and soon the government will try to take away their guns or institute a national gun registry (which most southerners see as the first step to taking away their guns.)

Southerners are willing to literally die to protect their right to have guns. Whereas smokers just give in as long as it’s incremental, we will eventually make it so that parents with kids will have their kids taken away if they smoke in the house. No more smoking outside on public property either. Next they will institute a smokers’ tax for the “environmental damage” of the smoke. Then another tax for the cancer risks of second hand smoke, which they claim kills 50,000 people a year but that is complete BS because nobody dies of second-hand smoke.

Us fat people have been acting like the smokers. “Sure, you can make me pay for 2 or 3 seats, and then if your flight attendant deems me to need only 1 seat I get refunded for the 1 or 2 other seats in 4 to 8 weeks.” “Sure, you can boot me off of a flight that I PAID FOR IN FULL just because your flight attendant subjectively says I am too big even if have flown on the plane before at this weight without problems.”

Belly Boy Concludes,

Next thing you know, they will be charging triple or quadruple for us fat people to fly. Then they will add an extra fuel surcharge because we weigh more. They’ve already done away with free meals. And then before long, they will simply ban all fat people from flying on airplanes and tell us to take trains and our cars instead. That’s the end game scenario for them, they only want thin people flying because they are cleaner, more obedient, and they take less fuel per passenger to transport.

Airline food is a hate crime against gluttons.

If we don’t start fighting back, you will see the airlines institute a policy where no passenger with a BMI of over 35 will be allowed to fly in America, and by then it will be too late to do anything about it. We need to fight back now, and turn back the tide, and exact retribution, meaning free extra seats for us fat folks until the airlines start using seats that can actually fit us fat folks, who are the majority.

BELLY BOY, OUT

Belly Boy gets ejected from the airplane by a stewardess who bludgeons him with a serving cart tray screaming at him to die, while he begins to cry and moan in agony. Other fatlings look on, but choose not to help Belly Boy as he is being slowly murdered, and instead accuse Belly Boy of being a whining NAAFA member, even though he is dying for what he believes in – basic human rights for men and women of size.

After she has murdered Belly Boy in cold blood, she then drags another fatling out of the airplane and does the same thing to her. The other fatlings still refuse to come to her defense, reasoning that she must also have been a whiney NAAFA member. This keeps happening one by one until there are none left.

First they came for the gluttons,and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a glutton.

Then they came for the gormandizers,and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a gormandizers.

Then they came for the eat beasts,and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t an eat beast.

Then they came for the pork beasts,and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a pork beasts

Then they came for the landwhales,and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a landwhale.

Then they came for me Fat Bastard and there was no one left to speak out for me.

This is only one of many possibilities. You can help me, Belly Boy, and thereby protect yourself. I am the tip of the iceberg, so I’m who they are targeting first. Me and Kevin Smith, but it will trickle down and begin to affect more and more Americans until everyone is under the oppressive yoke of the airlines, who will make their seats designed only for anorexic 4 foot tall girls, and make everyone else pay for a half dozen or more seats, while keeping the prices the same, instead of being just and increasing the seat sizes in line with the average American’s size.

The least they could do, as a stop-gap measure, would be to add some bench seats to every airplane, enough to fit at least 2 to 4 500+ lbs passengers.

Deanne Dillard displays her pendulous grade 5 pannus on a park bench!

Belly Boy is an engineering genius! Fatlings love bench seats and they are already available. Planes could be easily retrofitted with bench seating.

Please feel free to speak freely. This is the new fat acceptance and we allow diversity of beliefs and opinions. Rumor has it the passenger in question is Reverend Big Lard Ass.

ATT: Slowly but surely I am reposting my articles on Posterous. Google places a warning on my blog simply because some jealous fat girls whined. Posterous has a better look especially for images. I like the Google format but I don’t like the censorship even though the warning has increased the BFB audience and page views. The BFB audience is about and for fatling not porn. http://biggerfatterblog.posterous.com/

>Those little pro ana sweethearts often use pictures of fat girls to cause what they call reverse thinspo. I thought that I Fat Bastard would post up some pictures of emaciated skinny chicks and fat girls to provide some fatsporation and reverse fatspo for our million of female readers.

I’d bone here but that is only because I am too fat to pork fat girls.

As you can see this little darling has probably a BMI of 21 and that is too thin. Yeah I know that technically she is probably health as a horse but a BMI over 25 is where real womanhood begins and fake womanhood leaves off.

The laugh is on us fat boys who never experience the joys of a sweaty fat girl as are forced to settle for toothpicks like those two!

Real womyn eat a lot and often each other when they can’t find a skinny guy. Sadly there are a lot of skinny guys who like me, Fat Bastard, like fake women with a BMI between 18 and 24.

In case you have forgotten what a real woman looks like here is one. Not only to real women have curves many have extra body parts.

When they get really skinny the actually grow 2 extra ribs like a man and frightening faces appear on their nipples. The quest for bones among the pro ana crowd actually causes the little bit of flesh they have to morph into bones. In fact autopsies of the MILLIONS of pro anas who die each year reveal on average 10 extra vertebrae and extra toes and fingers.

More rump to hump. More cushion for the pushin!

You know that they say. The bigger the cushion the better the pushin. Skinny women have butts like scarecrows.

No curves! No padding! No fun unless you are a fat boy.

Skinny women have no padding back there. The are lucky that us fat boys have fat stomachs to cushion the shock when they ride us reverse cowgirl style.

>There are some real pieces of shit in the world but I think Casey Anthony takes the cake. This little slut has no accused her own father George Anthony of molesting her so that she can weasel out of getting convicted of killing her little daughter Caylee Anthony. It didn’t work for Susan Smith who really was repeatedly raped by her by Republican Christian stepfather. This bitch Casey Anthony will get convicted and face execution. Florida has lethal injection but I, Fat Bastard thing that is too merciful for that evil cunt. Nancy Grace calls her Tot Mom but I, Fat Bastard call her Twat Mom.

Here are some ways I, Fat Bastard would kill that murdering slut.

I would take a long fucking time.

I think I would put her in an arena and Proud FA and I along with Belly Boy would use use low power Daisy Red Ryder BB Guns and ping her to death for days and days.

I’d water board the slut until she dies from fear.

I’d beat her to death with a bullwhip.

I would put her in a large cage and sic a gaggle of angry geese and a couple of pugs on her.

I’d slowly put her though a Tomahawk chipper shredder feet first.

I’d drag her behind a Dodge Power Wagon.

I’d hang her like a piniata and have some Mexicans beat her.

I’d throw her in a room with millions of angry hornets.

I’d make her lick the Fromunda out of all of Belly Boy’s fat folds.

I’d get an angry fat guy like Hoss Cartwright to pummel her.

This one is almost to cruel even for Casey Anthony. I’d make her stare at Nancy Grace until she vomits herself to death!

>Next Sunday, Beligod willing, The Most Reverend Big Lard Ass will be speaking to our congregation. Reverend BLA will have a very very very very special guest with him. The Rev will be chewing the fat about his pilgrimage to the the Heart Attack Grill (The Mecca of all true gluttons) and his holy crusade to Africa.

The Chef has graciously volunteered his cheffin services and Coach Gaines from the Meat Center donated 400 pounds of ground black Angus beef. Rotunda owner of the Hindenberg Bakery donated 400 Belly Buns. Bob Rollhandler from the Beer & Beverage Baron will provide the libation and munchies. The Chef will have some ceremonial sticky green for medical purposes only. Members of the Bloat County Volunteer Fire Rescue Squad will be on hand with nitro glycerine tablets, insulin and defib machines.

I like Harold Camping so I am not going to talk shit about the guy. Camping is not your average Christian dumb fuck. The guy’s an engineer and his mathematical and Biblical erudition is spot on. God is simply a liar and I feel bad that Camping found that out so late in life.

There was supposed to be a massive earthquake but all there was a was an anemic volcanic eruption in Iceland. It seems that a fat man with a buried penis and less testosterone than a girl can blow his wad harder than “Almighty God.”

If the Bible God is the real deal he will certainly wait until the world has reached its zenith of greedy gluttony. Right now he is having to much fun torturing the thinlings who continue to live like Spartans and work like Trojans. Food is live and true love is pleasure. Sure Bible God might be getting pissed but if this latest display of his “awesome” power is all eventually our Beligod will lay the smack down on his candy ass.

What is going to happen is people are going to start trashing Harold Camping when all Camping was doing was merely reporting what Bible God was saying. Leave the wise old codger alone. The only mistake Camping made was trusting Bible God.

The following is from Wikipedia

Camping has presented several numerological[19] arguments, or biblical “proofs”, in favor of the May 21 end time. A civil engineer by training, Camping states he has attempted to work out mathematically-based prophecies in the Bible for decades. In an interview with the San Francisco Chronicle he explained “… I was an engineer, I was very interested in the numbers. I’d wonder, ‘Why did God put this number in, or that number in?’ It was not a question of unbelief, it was a question of, ‘There must be a reason for it.’ “[20]

Harold Camping being interviewed about his prediction in early 2011.

As early as 1970, Camping dated the Great Flood to 4990 BC.[21] Taking the prediction in Genesis 7:4 (“Seven days from now I will send rain on the earth”) to be a prediction of the end of the world, and combining it with 2 Peter 3:8 (“With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day”), Camping concludes that the end of the world will occur in 2011, 7000 years from 4990 BC.[7] Camping takes the 17th day of the second month mentioned in Genesis 7:11 to be May 21, and hence predicts the rapture to occur on this date.[7]Another argument[22] that Camping uses in favor of the May 21 date is as follows:

The number five equals “atonement”, the number ten equals “completeness”, and the number seventeen equals “heaven”.

Christ is said to have hung on the cross on April 1, 33 AD. The time between April 1, 33 AD and April 1, 2011 is 1,978 years.

If 1,978 is multiplied by 365.2422 days (the number of days in a solar year, not to be confused with the lunar year), the result is 722,449.

Thus, Camping concludes that 5 × 10 × 17 is telling us a “story from the time Christ made payment for our sins until we’re completely saved.”[20]Camping has not been precise about the exact timing of the event, saying that “maybe” we can know the hour.[23] He has suggested that “days” in the Bible refer to daylight hours particularly.[23] Another account says the “great earthquake” which signals the start of the Rapture will “start in the Pacific Rim at around the 6 p.m. local time hour, in each time zone.”[24]

The food here sucks! I ain’t coming back! I know I promised but no fucking way!

God/Jesus lied his ass off! Jesus was supposed to show up during the lifetimes of his apostles.Matthew 16:28 “There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom.”Maybe the food at the last supper sucked. Maybe Jesus figured that he’d return to the same shitty meal so he stayed up in Heaven with his pop Jehovah surfing BBW porn and mowing down on cheetos and packing on the pounds. Hell, I’ve been to a seder and the food sucked!

There is an even simpler explanation that will placate the Christians. Maybe Jesus didn’t really lie. Perhaps he had intended to return and destroy the earth and kill nearly every living thing like his dear old dad did but maybe he merely got too fat. He would be bed bound or in a power chair but maybe he finally got some tasty food and he’s in a better mood. The unleavened bread and bitter herbs would put anyone in a bad mood. Now that food has improved maybe Jesus has a better disposition or perhaps he is just too fat to ascend back up into heaven.

“Losing My Religion”

Oh life is biggerIt’s bigger than youAnd you are not meThe lengths that I will go toThe distance in your eyesOh no I’ve said too muchI set it up

That’s me in the cornerThat’s me in the spotlightLosing my religionTrying to keep up with youOh no I’ve said too muchI haven’t said enoughI thought that I heard you laughingI thought that I heard you singI think I thought I saw you try

Every whisperOf every waking hour I’mChoosing my confessionsTrying to keep an eye on youLike a hurt lost and blinded foolOh no I’ve said too muchI set it up

Consider thisThe hint of the centuryConsider thisThe slip that brought meTo my knees failedWhat if all these fantasiesCome flailing aroundNow I’ve said too muchI thought that I heard you laughingI thought that I heard you singI think I thought I saw you tryBut that was just a dreamThat was just a dream